The Pink-Haired Gentleman

In a realm of dreams, where magic thrives,
Resides a pink-haired gentleman, enchanting lives.
With grace and poise, his presence ever grand,
He dons a royal blue suit, a sight so grand.

A palace, splendid, stands amidst the land,
A tapestry of wonders, designed by his command.
Its towering spires reach for the azure skies,
While secrets whisper in every room, a sweet surprise.

Within those walls, a love affair takes hold,
With roses as his muse, their stories yet untold.
Their petals, blushing, in hues of softest pink,
Mirroring his vibrant mane, in harmony they link.

His heart, a garden, blooming with affection’s might,
Nurturing love’s blossoms, beneath moonlit nights.
For roses, like love, require tender hands,
To flourish and grow, as nature’s art demands.

Oh, pink-haired gentleman, a beacon of grace,
With your love for roses, a charm none can efface.
May your palace forever be a haven for dreams,
Where beauty and love intertwine, like eternal streams.